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Legend of the Divine Weapons
墨書 Inktalez
The setting sun bathed the remote mountain village in a warm orange glow, transforming the dense forest into a vibrant landscape. Meng Hao's shoulders were weighed down by heavy firewood, causing him to hunch slightly as he trudged along the rugged mountain path.
"Damn it, when will this life come to an end?" he cursed under his breath, wiping the sweat from his brow. His dark face was etched with fatigue, yet deep within his eyes flickered a longing for the martial world, a yearning for the thrilling tales of loyalty and vengeance that filled the legends of the Jianghu.
He dreamed of a day when he could wield a sword like those great heroes, traveling the world and earning fame far and wide. Meng Hao's thoughts raced like wild horses, painting vivid scenes of the Jianghu in his mind: valiant heroes seeking justice, righteous warriors coming to each other's aid, and the exhilarating martial arts tournaments that captivated all. He even imagined himself holding a divine weapon, defeating foes with a single strike under the gaze of countless spectators, his name echoing across the land. But as he suddenly snapped back to reality, he looked at the treacherous path ahead, the heavy firewood on his shoulders, and his calloused hands. The cold grip of reality yanked him from his daydreams.
"Ugh, what am I thinking? I should just focus on chopping wood," he said with a bitter smile, shaking his head in self-mockery.
Just then, as Meng Hao was lost in thought, a violent tremor shook the ground beneath him. A deafening roar followed, as if the heavens were collapsing.
"Oh no, a landslide!" Panic gripped Meng Hao's heart as he abandoned the firewood and lunged forward.
The mountainside seemed to come alive; countless boulders tumbled down, engulfed in a torrent of mud and debris. Trees were uprooted with a terrifying crackle. The shadow of death loomed over him as he felt an invisible force pulling at him, threatening to swallow him whole.
The thunderous roar of falling rocks mingled with the snapping of trees like a death knell ringing in Meng Hao's ears. He could feel the ground shaking violently beneath him; his body was being dragged backward by an overwhelming force that threatened to tear him apart at any moment. The air was thick with the pungent smell of earth and vegetation, choking him almost to the point of suffocation.
"I can't die here!" A fierce instinct for survival surged from deep within him. Gritting his teeth, he ran forward with all his might.
Meng Hao's heart raced as if it would leap from his throat; each step felt like a race against death itself. He pushed himself to the limit; every muscle screamed in pain while his lungs burned like fire. Sweat mixed with dirt smeared across his face blurred his vision, but he dared not pause for even a moment—only forward, forward again.
Just when despair threatened to overwhelm him, an ancient axe handle emerged from a crack in a massive boulder, emanating a faint yet mysterious glow.
Though dim, that light captured all of Meng Hao's attention like a spark in the night. It lacked blinding brilliance; instead, it exuded an ancient and tranquil aura as if it had traversed through time from an era long past. The handle was entwined with archaic vine-like patterns that hinted at an indescribable mystery.
Feeling as though he had grasped a lifeline, Meng Hao dove toward it without hesitation and clutched the cold axe handle tightly.
The chill radiating from it was unlike ordinary metal; it carried an ancient weight and depth. As soon as his fingers touched the handle, an electric sensation coursed through him. That icy feeling was swiftly replaced by a warm current surging into his mind.
A powerful force flooded into his limbs and bones instantaneously; it felt like parched earth being nourished by rain or withered trees regaining their vitality. This power was not chaotic but rather gentle yet immensely overwhelming. It flowed like a stream filling every dry corner within Meng Hao’s body and surged through him like tides revitalizing every fiber of his being. He felt his muscles become elastic and his bones sturdy; even breathing became smoother than ever before. The fatigue vanished instantly, replaced by an indescribable sense of fullness and strength.
"What the hell is this thing?"
The Heavenly Axe buzzed in Meng Hao's hand, the mysterious runes on the axe glowing with a dazzling light, instantly illuminating everything around him that was collapsing.
At the moment the runes lit up, Meng Hao felt as if the Heavenly Axe in his hand had come to life, an ancient and primal aura rushing toward him. The previously obscure runes became clear in his eyes, like living insects crawling along the axe's surface, exuding a heart-pounding pressure. The light surrounding the axe grew increasingly brilliant, casting the crumbling mountains around him in a doomsday-like glow.
Then, a bronze light radiated from the axe's body, expanding instantly to form a hemispherical shield that firmly encased Meng Hao within it.
The moment the shield appeared, Meng Hao felt a blur before his eyes as a powerful force fixed him firmly in place. The bronze light was not blinding; instead, it carried an ancient and steady weight, reminiscent of ancient bronze vessels that emanated a sense of historical depth. The shield completely isolated him from the raging winds and storms outside, and the thunderous sounds of landslides became muffled and distant.
"Boom!"
A boulder the size of a grinding stone crashed against the shield but shattered into countless fragments as if it had struck an invisible wall, while the shield remained utterly unmoved.
The sound of the boulder colliding was deafening, yet the shield did not tremble even slightly. The shattered stones scattered like raindrops, whistling past the surface of the shield without managing to disturb it at all. Meng Hao could even feel that immense impact being instantly dissipated by the shield, transformed into nothingness as if swallowed by an endless abyss.
He felt a recoil force that made his palms tingle slightly, but his body remained completely unharmed. Although he sensed this backlash, it was just right—like most of its power had been mysteriously alleviated, leaving only an imperceptible aftershock. His palms were somewhat numb, but that sensation quickly faded without causing any pain. He looked down at his hands; they were still intact, not even a scratch on them.
His eyes widened as he watched boulders continuously falling and being effortlessly neutralized by the shield, a storm of emotions surging within him.
Meng Hao's pupils constricted sharply, filled with disbelief. He watched as massive rocks with enough force to crush him slammed against the bronze shield and shattered like eggs against stone. Yet that shield stood firm like a rock amidst the storm. This extraordinary scene completely overturned his understanding of reality.
"I’m still alive!"
The overwhelming joy of surviving made him burst into laughter.
In that laughter was relief, excitement, and an indescribable shock. He spread his arms wide as if to embrace this newly reborn world, letting the wild wind tousle his hair and dust cover his clothes. In that moment, all fatigue and despair were washed away by this sudden surprise. He knew he had survived—and it seemed he had gained an incredible opportunity!
This Heavenly Axe was truly his lifeline!
The bronze light gradually retracted, and the Heavenly Axe returned to its unadorned form.
As the light dimmed, the Heavenly Axe became dull again; its surface regained its ancient bronze hue as if nothing extraordinary had just occurred. It lay quietly in Meng Hao's hand, looking no different from an ordinary farming tool. But Meng Hao knew that this seemingly ordinary axe had irrevocably changed his life.
Holding onto the axe handle, he felt a surge of power within him—a sense of unprecedented expansion arose.
He could distinctly feel a warm current flowing through him, filling every cell in his body. That power was not illusory; it was a tangible presence that made him feel brimming with explosive potential. He could even hear his heart pounding—thump-thump—as power surged through his veins. Clenching his fists and feeling the solidness between his knuckles ignited a desire to control everything within him like wild grass growing uncontrollably.
A thought emerged in his mind—a thought about power and dominance...
This thought spread like wildfire, consuming all rationality in an instant. He was no longer just a mountain man focused on chopping wood for survival; all he saw now was endless power and an exalted position of supremacy. He would trample everyone who had ever looked down on him or oppressed him beneath his feet until they begged for mercy!
"Hahaha! This Heavenly Axe belongs to me, Meng Hao!"
He swung the Heavenly Axe with a fierce motion, and a sharp gust of wind surged forth, cleaving a tree as thick as a bowl cleanly at its base.
The axe wind was fierce and swift, accompanied by a piercing howl that shattered the silence of the forest in an instant. The tree, once sturdy, crumbled like tofu under the force of the axe wind, its upper half crashing to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust. The cut was smooth as a mirror, showcasing the unmatched sharpness of the blade.
This power was far greater than all the wood he had chopped in the past year combined!
A glint of ambition sparkled in Meng Hao's eyes; he knew that from this moment on, he was no longer the bullied woodsman of the mountains.
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